Happy Accidents | W2S

Nuggets and Nerves

London, 4:15 PM.

A few days had passed since that life-changing conversation, and now, here we were, sitting in the waiting room of the clinic. The walls were painted a calming shade of blue, and decorated with cheerful prints of animals, but all I could focus on was the thumping of my heart echoing in my ears.

I stole a glance at Harry, who sat beside me, his leg bouncing nervously. He was just as anxious as I was. With his signature hoodie pulled over his head and fingers drumming on his knee, he looked like he was preparing for the worst. It was odd to think about how just a few days ago, we were blissfully unaware of everything, and now we were about to see our baby for the first time.

"Do you think it's going to be okay?" I asked, breaking the silence.

Harry turned to me, a soft smile on his face, though I could see the worry in his eyes. "Yeah, of course. It's just a scan, right? We'll get to see the little nugget." He hesitated for a moment. "Or nuggetette."

I chuckled softly, the warmth of his humor momentarily easing the tightness in my chest. "What if something's wrong?"

His expression shifted slightly, seriousness creeping back in. "Naomi, there's always a chance that something could go wrong, but let's not focus on that. We're in this together. We'll take it one step at a time."

I nodded, though my anxiety didn't dissipate completely. The waiting room was filled with other couples, some giddy with excitement, others quietly anxious like us. It felt surreal to be part of this shared experience. A mother walked past us, cradling a tiny baby in her arms, and my heart ached with a mix of longing and fear.

"Naomi Foster?" A nurse called from the doorway, a friendly smile lighting up her face.

I stood up, clutching Harry's hand tightly. "That's us."

As we followed the nurse down the corridor, my heart raced. She led us into a small room filled with medical equipment and an examination bed. I hesitated for a moment, glancing at Harry, who gave me an encouraging nod.

The nurse instructed me to sit on the bed and lift my shirt just enough for her to apply the gel. "We're going to take a look at your little one now. It's all very exciting, but I'll try to explain everything as we go along."

"Okay," I murmured, trying to steady my breathing.

Harry perched himself on a chair beside me, his expression shifting between awe and anxiety as he watched the nurse prepare the ultrasound machine. She squeezed a generous amount of gel onto my stomach, the coldness making me flinch slightly.

"Alright, let's see what we have here," she said, placing the transducer on my belly. The screen flickered to life, showing a blurry black-and-white image.

I held my breath, anticipation mingling with fear. The nurse adjusted the transducer, and suddenly, the image sharpened. There it was—a tiny little blob, heart flickering like a little star on the monitor.

"Oh my God," I breathed, tears welling in my eyes.

"Look!" Harry exclaimed, his voice barely above a whisper. "That's our baby."

The nurse smiled as she pointed out features on the screen. "Here's the head, and the heart is beating strong. Everything looks perfect so far."

Harry's hand tightened around mine, his fingers warm and reassuring. "Can you believe it?" he said, awe written across his face. "That's our kid in there. Our nugget."

I nodded, overwhelmed by the moment. This was real. This was happening.

As the nurse continued to monitor the scan, she explained the measurements and what everything meant. I watched as Harry leaned in closer, his gaze fixed on the screen, utterly captivated.

"I think it's a boy," he said suddenly, grinning from ear to ear.

I laughed, wiping away a tear. "You can't tell that from this blurry image! It could be a girl!"

He shrugged, his excitement bubbling over. "No way. I just know. He's going to be a football star, just like his dad."

I rolled my eyes, but my heart swelled at his enthusiasm. "Okay, Harry, let's not get ahead of ourselves. I think it'll be a little princess."

The nurse finished the scan, wiping the transducer clean and pulling up a printout of the image. "Here's a picture of your little one to take home."

I accepted the printout, staring down at the fuzzy image of our baby, feeling a rush of warmth go through my body.

As we walked out of the clinic, hand in hand, I could hardly contain my smile. "Can you believe it?" I said, glancing up at Harry, who looked equally shocked.

"Nope! I'm still trying to process it. This is insane. Like, that was our kid? That deformed-looking blob... was ours."

As we made our way back through the bustling streets of London, my thoughts swirled with excitement and a hint of apprehension. The reality of our news was settling in, and I couldn't shake the feeling that we needed to talk about what came next.

"Harry," I said, pulling him to a stop outside a cozy little restaurant. "Do you think we should tell people soon? I mean, it feels like a big deal, right?"

He ran a hand through his hair, his expression thoughtful. "Yeah, I guess we should. But... how do we even do that? Just drop it in conversation? 'Oh, by the way, we're having a baby!'"

I laughed, the image of Harry causally announcing it making me feel lighter. "Maybe not quite like that. It deserves a little more fanfare, don't you think?"

He nodded, glancing through the restaurant window, where a couple was laughing over dinner. "What if we have a dinner with everyone? Like a little gathering to share the news?"

"That could be perfect," I agreed, already imagining how it might go. "Something simple but special, with all the people we love."

Harry smiled, clearly warming to the idea. "Yeah, we could invite the lot. My family,  your mum, and a few close mates. Nothing too big, just enough to make it feel like a proper celebration."

As we continued walking, I could feel the excitement building again. The thought of sharing this moment with the people who mattered most to us was thrilling. But along with that excitement came the nagging worries—what if they didn't react the way we hoped? What if they thought we weren't ready?

Sensing my hesitation, Harry squeezed my hand. "Naomi, we'll figure it out. No matter how they react, it's our news. Our baby. And I don't know about you, but I think we can handle whatever comes next."

I smiled, grateful for his unwavering confidence. "You're right. We'll be okay."

As we walked back toward the Underground, the evening sun casting a golden glow over the streets of London, I felt a strange sense of calm. I mean, yeah, life was about to change in ways I couldn't fully understand, but with Harry by my side, I felt okay. I felt like we could take anything that came our way, even if it was unexpected.

AUTHORS NOTE

Chapter three done ✔️ is it just me or is this fic already flying by lol? Also, thanks for over 50 reads! It means a lot and honestly helps motivate me to continue writing for you guys.

As always, hate isn't welcome, but constructive criticism is.

Also is it just me who throws grammar completely out the window in these authors notes? Its like I can't be bothered honestly to continue with it lmao